Groggy and hungover
Pounding in her head
Aggravated by the gull screeching
Lulu….. Lulu
They call her girlhood name
Same each morning
Get used to it all over again
Grappling with her self-pity and disgust
Dead weight
She can’t not hold herself back
She’s seen so much worse, in the day
Bellies torn open, guts strewn
Limbs twisted like contortionists
Heartbreakingly graceful
Rotting, swollen faces she dreams of
A man, mummified
Head held up
******* from a ****** straw
Invisible man
What did that soul see when the bandages came off
Welcome to the final decline
Still got her mind, probably
Not sure what she wants to lose first
The inevitable slide
Unfit for the task
It’s her own fault
They were her choices
But where could she have gone right
What had she to do- what she had to do
That’s all over, done, and gone now
Bloodbaths and blow-ups
She’d forgotten safety
Her ground still shakes
Run for cover
Still, everyday, everytime
Why her not them
Why them not her
How dumb is God
“Survivors guilt”
But the doctors know nothing
Solitude made for her
Broken way too much
Why can’t they let her be
Isolation… fight that war
Wrong choice then and no choice now
Desolate in disrepair
She’s in ruins more than it
The house leans in around her
They’re a good fit
It works on its own
Devil or angel
She has it back
The original vice
Good thing she’s all alone
She doesn’t know
Doesn’t want to remember
Distance and isolate
Intimacy out of the question
She’s useless anyway
What good is left
Where has hope gone?
Bloodbaths take lovebeds
She struggled
She fought
Stalemates rule
Why must she live
Good and right
Evils be gone
War is blinding
Wipe away schoolgirls
Why have hope
Why bother with love
Nothing gold can stay
Why fight a victorless war
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
Groggy and hungover
Pounding in her head
Aggravated by the gull screeching
Lulu….. Lulu
They call her girlhood name
Same each morning
Get used to it all over again
Grappling with her self-pity and disgust
Dead weight
She can’t not hold herself back
She’s seen so much worse, in the day
Bellies torn open, guts strewn
Limbs twisted like contortionists
Heartbreakingly graceful
Rotting, swollen faces she dreams of
A man, mummified
Head held up
******* from a ****** straw
Invisible man
What did that soul see when the bandages came off
Welcome to the final decline
Still got her mind, probably
Not sure what she wants to lose first
The inevitable slide
Unfit for the task
It’s her own fault
They were her choices
But where could she have gone right
What had she to do- what she had to do
That’s all over, done, and gone now
Bloodbaths and blow-ups
She’d forgotten safety
Her ground still shakes
Run for cover
Still, everyday, everytime
Why her not them
Why them not her
How dumb is God
“Survivors guilt”
But the doctors know nothing
Solitude made for her
Broken way too much
Why can’t they let her be
Isolation… fight that war
Wrong choice then and no choice now
Desolate in disrepair
She’s in ruins more than it
The house leans in around her
They’re a good fit
It works on its own
Devil or angel
She has it back
The original vice
Good thing she’s all alone
She doesn’t know
Doesn’t want to remember
Distance and isolate
Intimacy out of the question
She’s useless anyway
What good is left
Where has hope gone?
Bloodbaths take lovebeds
She struggled
She fought
Stalemates rule
Why must she live
Good and right
Evils be gone
War is blinding
Wipe away schoolgirls
Why have hope
Why bother with love
Nothing gold can stay
Why fight a victorless war
This is about a woman struggling to recover from her experiences in WWII. She describes her morning routine in the present while flashing back to the past.